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My Friend, Boaz

Oh, you've met my friend, Boaz He works in the pumpkin fields, you say I don't remember there being any pumpkins there Well, he's quite a tall fellow, blond hair, blue eyes You say his eyes are blue, but his hair's all white That he's only as tall as you, just under 6 feet Did he tell you much about his father, Mario He's a pioneer in organic farming, revolutionized --- Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realize he'd passed on. 98, you say Hmm. I see it's been 42 years already, hasn't it Boaz must be, my God, 64 or so; not 22 anymore And I guess a farm can add a crop or two over time

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 1/22/2020 4:58:00 PM

I blinked once in 2014; it's 2020. Still, it gets faster. Enjoyed.

John Watt

Date: 1/21/2020 1:44:00 AM

Gershon, a touching homage to the passage of time. It's sometimes a shock to go back to our hometown or neighborhood and see all the changes and the generations growing and moving out. This is very moving, friend ~ John

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/21/2020 1:41:00 PM

You're right. It was a shock to me initially, until I realized that 42 years have passed. Had to adjust Boaz in my mind,, from a tall thin proud soldier to a heavier white-haired farm-worker. Thanks, Gershon

Sandra Adams

Date: 1/20/2020 7:32:00 PM

sounds like time really flew by with this little story...it sure has a way of doing that doesn't it? in your line of work, mine too, we remember them young and though we age...it's hard to believe they aged that much too...i still think of some of the students as kids so it's odd to see them grown with children of their own... nice write Gershon... hugs

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/20/2020 9:56:00 PM

Thanks for the in-depth look at the topic, Sandy. It is rather amazing how we expect people to stay the same, while we don't --- or maybe we do. Our insides are the same anyway... Ah, youth is way overrated, anyway. Not young anymore and glad of it!! Ciao!